Chapter Fifty

Fifty

THERE’S A CLOCK ABOVE OUR HEADS.

There’s a clock.

Above our heads.

The world is frozen. Ice. There is no air. There is no time. There is nothing. The world is ending. It’s over.

Please let it be me.

I tilt my head, slightly. The clock doesn’t move. Peter is still smiling for the camera. He turns to look at me.

11:59:58.

It’s been two seconds.

The clock is his.

Peter.

It’s Peter.

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